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Baka Neko

"Mathew wake up, time for school." Becka yawned, tossing a boot on the sleeping Mathew, making him groan and roll over. "Get up or I'll fall on you." She grouched, rubbing an eye tiredly.

No response.

Sighing, she walked over and fell on him, hearing an 'ompf!' in the process. "Wake up." She mumbled again, before dragging herself off and leaving.

Mathew yawned a great yawn before stretching out his arms and legs. "Naaah..." He groaned, "Stretching feels nice..." Spotting a little kitten on the foot of his bed, he grinned sadistically. Kicking the crimson kit don, he smirked as it knocked off to the floor with a thud.

He sat up, swinging his legs out of the bed before getting up and staggering out straight into the bathroom. Quickly doing his business, he zombie walked back to the bedroom and threw on a pair of jeens and a western plaid shirt with a blue T beneath. Grabbing a pair of white socks, he made his way into the kitchen.

Upon entering, he made a bee-line to the fridge, hoping to find a box of waffles. He passed by Becka, who was sitting at the table with a cup of hot tea and jellied toast, yawned a greeting to him, before taking another sip. "Ahh..."

"Wow, you look like crap." He mused, seeing her disheveled orange hair. Instead of its usual neat bun, it had been tossed up.

"Shut up." She grouched, sending him a glare. "If I could control my sleep I would."

Last night she had another night terror.

Her scream had scared the hell out of him. He had grabbed his bat like the night before and ran into the room, ready to bash some skulls, but was disappointed to find Becka and no unsub.

"If this is going to be an everynight thing, then let get some sleeping pills." He advised, popping a pair of waffles into the toaster. "That crazy photographer's gonna have a fit if you come in looking like a zombie instead of one of his precious dolls."

She gave a snort of laughter. "Yeah, yeah."

"Dolls?" Kisame wondered, glancing to and fro between humans. "What do you think they mean by that?"

Everyone turned to Sasori, who stared boredly back.

"What?"

"Well...?" He coughed. "Do you know what he means by dolls?"

"Why are you..." He trailed off realization dawning on him. A sudden burst of anger exploded from him. "I DO NOT HAVE DOLLS!" He shouted. "They're PUPPETS!"

"Cribes Valentine, put a sock in it." Becka grumbled, digging a pinkie into her ear. "I think I'm deaf, thanks."

"Yeah, thanks Valentine!"

"Shut up Romeo!"

"Make me fucker!"

"Both of you quiet!" Pein snapped. "I will tolerate such childish behavior in this organization!"

Deidara raised his tail like a student in school. "Question, un!"

The ginger sighed. "What."

"Technically half of us died, which means our contract to the Akatsuki is no longer valid, hmm. So why should we be taking orders from you exactly?"

"Brat's got a point..."

"Hells yeah..."

"Hn."

Becka smiled as the scene played out from below. It looked like the kittens were starting to question their all mighty pack leader. 'Boy, they do act like those idiots...' She mused inwardly, watching as the ginger attacked, starting an all out war.

Only Dr. Pepper, Tobi, and Eevee sat out, grooming themselves as the royal battle took place. She stood up and went over to the counter, pulling out a spray bottle.

Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.

The time it took for them to break apart was record breaking.

"Now no more arguing got it?" She scolded, wagging a finger at them as they frantically rolled around. It was acid the lunatics... "While me and Mathew are gone, Grumpy and Dr. Pepper is incharge okay?"

Not waiting or expecting a response, she whirled around and went to the bedroom to change while Mathew secretly did last minute homework.

Slipping into her work-outfit, she couldn't help but notice how Christmasy it looked. Red and green? Why not some other colors like orange? Even blue would've been cool...

She shrugged, tying the apron on before heading out, fixing her hair in the process. "C'mon Mat, we better catch the bus."

He slung his bag over on one hand, and held a skateboard on the other. "Alright, ready to go!"

Itachi watched as Becka locked the door before shutting it, leaving them all alone.

"So what's our next course of action?" He asked the gingered leader.

"At the moment, nothing."

-:-

Mathew yawned as he stared boredly at his math teacher, as she went on about something.

Was it radicals...?

He didn't care much.

All thoughts were focused on the ten little hellions at home.

Now contrary to popular belief, Mathew was actually a very intellegent person; He just choose not to use it (Unlike Shikamaru who was just plain too lazy).

Besides, intellegent children weren't really treated so well in his school. Take the boy sitting next to him: He made perfect grades, had higher than a 4.0 average, and was constantly bullied and picked on. The kids would push him in the hallways, call him names, mock him, and do other things he'd rather not talk about.

Yeah, not a route he'd want go down.

He settled fine for low B's and high C's. Becka kept scolding him, knowing he could do better, but after seeing the kid next to him get the hell bullied out of him...no thanks.

Not saying he was afraid or anything, he just had better things to do than deal with them every day.

Mathew sighed, thoughts going back to the kittens. He had a pretty high suspicion who they actually were (They wore their colors and acted EXACTLY like them, it was hard not to notice...).

The Akatsuki.

Which was why he had been so intent on keeping them. Because if or when they change back to humans, they were going to go on a murderous rampage looking for them.

And telling Becka this would have futhermore ceased the chances of keeping them. Ever since their forceful departure nearly four years ago, his sister had never been quite the same. She locked herself up from the world, moving away from the orphanage the moment she turned of age (Taking him with her of course), and busying herself with all this work. Right now she was saving up to go to college, another year or so and she'd have enough to get her degree in Education.

Yes, as weird as it was, Becka wanted to be an elementry teacher.

He wanted for be demolitionist (Because blowing up shit for a living was FREAKIN' AWESOME!); it was fun, simple, and the pay was actually pretty decent.

Anyways, the brunette set his head down on the desk, yawning again. Gawd he was SOOO bored!

Suddenly a dry erase marker bopped him on the head, making him jerk upwards in surprise.

"Next time you lay your head down it's detention!"

"Yes, ma'am." He grumbled, probbing out an elbow, wondering just how Becka was doing.

-:-

"Becka! Orders up on tables five and twelve!"

"Got it!"

"These dishes are overflowing!"

"Let me deliver these and I'll get right on it!"

"Ms. Fisher, table seven's ready to order!"

"Can you get Tawnya?"

"I suppose..."

Needless to say, Becka was VERY active during lunch hours.

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